—in tandem with the beat of my racing heart as I sat there perfectly sTiLl.

I ran my hands over the smooth creases of my portfolio over and over again. A nervous gesture to keep my sHaKiNg hands occupied. Avoiding eye contact with the other candidates. Aware I was in a black dress. Black heels. And a completely forgotten blazer that was tragically hanging at my office a few blocks away.

Shit.

Where were they? What was taking so long? Did they change their mind? DID THEY FORGET?!

‘They usually make people wait this long…it’s normal…especially for an interview…especially for the last one…” I thought to myself for a last-minute shot of reassurance.

Ring. Ring. Ring Ring.

The receptionist picked up with perfect timing.

“Hello? Mmhmm…mmhmm…okay, I’ll send her over. Thanks.”

She hung up the phone.

“Olivia?”

“Yes?”

“They’re ready for you.”

Shit.

“Take the elevator to the 19th floor. When you get to the elevator bank, take a left and round the corner. They’ll be waiting for you there.”

“Okay, sounds good. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

I grabbed my things, slid my hands down my dress to finesse the fabric said to myself over and over, “This is the last job interview you’ll ever have to do. This is the last job interview you’ll ever had to do. This is the last job interview you’ll ever have to do. This is the last job interview you ever had to do.”

I knew thatprobablywasn’t true.

But I felt better saying it anyway.

I impatiently waited for the elevators to open. The carpet was so pristine. Even the buttons were exuding a luxurious aura.

Exactly right, buddy.

And as soon as I rounded the corner, the Vice President’s assistant was waiting for me.

And into the Vice President’s office that had a crystal clear view of the Empire State Building.

Okay okay, we see your point…

I sat down in a white chair and waited.

“Do you want something to drink?” her assistant asked me. “Water?”

“Sure, that’d be great.”

Moments later she came back with two cups. One paper and one glass. By instinct I grabbed the glass one.

She wouldn’t let go.

I pulled a little harder.

She still wouldn’t let go.

I pulled a little harder.

She still wouldn’t let go.

“You can have the paper cup,” she finally informed me.

“Okay, thanks…” I said as a confused reaction, unsure why she offered both in the first place.

The Vice President finally walked into her office.

She was timelessly beautiful. Curly hair neatly tied back in a bun. No makeup. Expensive clothes.

“Here’s your water, and it’s in your favorite glass cup,” her assistant said handing her what I tried to cherish just moments before.

Now I understood the dishware tug-o-war.

“Thank you sweetie, you can go,” she said before she shifted her attention >> to me.

“Well…someone had an impressive writing test.”

“Thank you. I worked very hard on it.”

“I can tell.”

We began to talk. About interviewy things and non interviewy things. Eventually segueing into her asking me,

“Do you know how I ended up here?”

“No.”

“I used to work for a big time magazine but…I knew I was hitting a ceiling there. And then one day, Michael Kors himself offered me a job here that I couldn’t refuse,” she confessed to me, taking a sip from her glass water cup with the Empire State building as her illuminated background, “I knew I immediately wanted it, so how could I resist?”

I gave her a nervous laugh in agreement and we continued to talk. And after 15 minutes of professional and personal banter she said,

“Look Olivia, we’re looking for a couple of things here. 1. The happiness of our employees and 2. Someone who isn’t a withering violet.

You’re not…a withering violet…are you?

I don’t think you’re a withering violet,” she said answering her own question. “The kind of person who would crumble under pressure. Right?”

I had never been asked if I was a “withering violet” before. But for the sake of impressions and employment I said that ‘no I was not.’

“Let’s talk salary. How much money would you like to be making?”

I told her, and it was more than she was hoping I’d say. She gritted her teeth, took a deep breath and asked me, “How badly do you want this job?”

I didn’t pause.

“I want it. Pretty badly.”

“Okay. Well…we’ve got two other candidates. But I like you. Let me see what I can do.”

I walked out of the skyscraper on 42nd street and changed from my heels back into my boots on the corner of 5th ave.

Simultaneously thinking that what I said to her was true.

That I did want the job pretty badly.

And I knew that because it was an innate response.

Similar to the one she had given Michael Kors himself just two years before.

I needed something new. It excited me. And a new salary didn’t sound half bad either.

I needed a new adventure. But not just anything. Something I would innately say, ‘I want this. Pretty badly,” to.

And I trusted that theory, because I remembered having the same response when asked:

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ive always enjoyed witnessing the warrior spirit in humans. and ive always felt that to really live, we have to decide what’s worth dying for, and really let that sink in – that in the choices you make in the attempt to attain your desires, you’re willing to permanently lose consciousness. and though i believe that most of us that make that choice aren’t even aware that we’ve taken it to such a level, our oblivion to that fact is probably our saving grace. for if we understood our own depth, it might frighten us lol. rationale would inform us that there is no logic in “death defying” acts. ie. how much do we want it? a tad bit short of all that fatality nonsense. and that acknowledgement would be the silent killer to our ambition. once you see a threshold, you already know the outcome. and life gets boring. i think a bit of aloofness amidst the planning is “proper planning.” which brings me to my point: after this particular post, i felt a social supplement to my own thoughts about failure. a great many times in my life, whenever i have wanted something, ive thought the shit out of the situation until i come to grips with the most simplified of actions that need to be taken. and sometimes, all actions lead to possible failure. but i still want it. and so stubbornly, i act anyway. taking no action would mitigate physical pain, emotional trauma, spiritual fluctuations…but if i ran from failure due to rational thinking or intuitive foresight, how much COULD i have wanted it? and so despite my odds or guarantee of annihilation, ive dove headfirst into the fire and like youve concluded, it has certainly changed me, my life, and lifestyle, where only hindsight has shown me that the change has been “bigger, better and more interesting.” had this post been mine, idve titled it “baptism by fire,” but the message wouldve been the same. where you bring the sun, i bring the rain, but the grass will always grow green. and thats what this post represents to me: the universal warrior spirit in us all, that exudes from our different personalities, bonding us in understanding. completely fucking human. “….and who WOULDNT want that?”

ive always enjoyed witnessing the warrior spirit in humans. and ive always felt that to really live, we have to decide what’s worth dying for, and really let that sink in – that in the choices you make in the attempt to attain your desires, you’re willing to permanently lose consciousness. and though i believe that most of us that make that choice aren’t even aware that we’ve taken it to such a level, our oblivion to that fact is probably our saving grace. for if we understood our own depth, it might frighten us lol. rationale would inform us that there is no logic in “death defying” acts. ie. how much do we want it? a tad bit short of all that fatality nonsense. and that acknowledgement would be the silent killer to our ambition. once you see a threshold, you already know the outcome. and life gets boring. i think a bit of aloofness amidst the planning is “proper planning.” which brings me to my point: after this particular post, i felt a social supplement to my own thoughts about failure. a great many times in my life, whenever i have wanted something, ive thought the shit out of the situation until i come to grips with the most simplified of actions that need to be taken. and sometimes, all actions lead to possible failure. but i still want it. and so stubbornly, i act anyway. taking no action would mitigate physical pain, emotional trauma, spiritual fluctuations…but if i ran from failure due to rational thinking or intuitive foresight, how much COULD i have wanted it? and so despite my odds or guarantee of annihilation, ive dove headfirst into the fire and like youve concluded, it has certainly changed me, my life, and lifestyle, where only hindsight has shown me that the change has been “bigger, better and more interesting.” had this post been mine, idve titled it “baptism by fire,” but the message wouldve been the same. where you bring the sun, i bring the rain, but the grass will always grow green. and thats what this post represents to me: the universal warrior spirit in us all, that exudes from our different personalities, bonding us in understanding. completely fucking human. “….and who WOULDNT want that?”

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